Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

The wedding was tomorrow. The dress had just arrived from Italy by air, and Justin was worried it might not fit, so he wanted Edith to try it on.

When Justin didn’t get a response, he made up his mind anyway and decided to head over to the Sumner house.

In the kitchen, Jayne was rushing around, chopping, stirring, and sweating as she prepared dinner. Edith watched her with concern. “Mom, we both know why those people are coming here. Why bother entertaining them at all?”

Jayne wiped her forehead and gave Edith a gentle look. “No matter what, they’re still your father’s relatives. He’s already chosen to keep his distance for our sake, but we shouldn’t push things too far. Try to think of your dad, okay? Let’s not make things worse.”

Dinner was served.

Edith didn’t want to wait on these people, but if she didn’t, it would all fall to Jayne. Not wanting her mother to bear the burden, Edith reluctantly poured wine and filled glasses for their so–called guests.

Around the round dining table, York’s new wife couldn’t hide her smugness. “Edith, where’s the wedding banquet going to be held this time? When your cousin and I got married, we celebrated at Northcrest’s most expensive reception hall. Cost a fortune, but it was worth every penny. You really get what you pay for.”

York chimed in, “Rosie, don’t rub it in. Come on. The guy she’s marrying is old. Even if he’s got some cash, no way he’ll blow it all on a wedding. He’ll probably just keep it simple.”

Rosie Flynn covered her mouth and laughed, clearly enjoying her newfound sense of superiority over Edith.

She’d always held a grudge against Edith.

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Chapter 97

Just a few months ago, at her own wedding to York, Beckett was still alive. Back then, Edith basked in the Vance family’s spotlight, wore dresses Rosie couldn’t afford, carried luxury bags Rosie could only dream of, and–worst of all–outshone the bride herself.

Rosie had felt completely upstaged that day. She’d had to swallow her pride, too, since York had his sights set on getting in good with the Vance family.

But now? Now she didn’t have to pretend anymore.

Beckett had died in that plane crash, and Edith was remarrying–rumor had it, to some old man. How could Rosie pass up a chance to gloat?

Feigning concern, Rosie leaned in. “Edith, you know, luck in this life only stretches so far. You used up all your good fortune in your twenties. From now on, don’t expect much. Don’t complain, either. You’re marrying an old man, aren’t you? Sure, he might have a thousand flaws, but he does have one advantage–he’ll probably die before long! And once he does, all that money will be yours. Only problem is, after that, no one in Northcrest will dare marry you. People will think you’re cursed!”

Edith looked at her cousin’s wife, trying to figure out where all this hostility was coming from. The Sumner family’s old grudges, sure, but Rosie had only been part of the family for a few months. How could she already be so bitter?

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